The Math Mouth of My Aunt

The math had left her with open sores, some of which she had scratched and ragged, weeping holes. Her arms were covered in blackening holes all oozing this type of rot. There was someone home up there, but it was more feral than person. She grabbed a clump of my long brown hair and started trying to saw inches from my head. It still hurt enough for me to finally cry out over it. The pain was so bad I nearly threw up. No matter how much I screamed, no one was around for miles. Or did this lunatic kill my mother? Somehow I choked out some version of why are you doing this? My aunt looked up from where